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The booth bot greets me with a sweet little burble as the door slides shut behind me and I step to the center as the panels on all six sides of the cube flicker to life.

“Welcome back, Peach.” The booth bot says. “Sixteen participants have requested an introduction to human participants.”

“Then, by all means, introduce me, please.”

As the first one in, I get the pick of the proverbial litter.

The bot lets out a little celebratory trill. “Do you have any preferences this time? Or would you prefer to avoid repeats?”

“No preferences or other new parameters.” I want to explore all my options.

Another triumphant burble echoes through the speakers.

The walls of the booth blink and shutter in a swirl of technological sparkles. Then, they turn purple. Somehow, they’re dark and bright all at once.

I don’t understand the technology. I don’t plan to ask, but sixteen booths with sixteen aliens, elsewhere in the club, connect to mine.

Holes form in all four walls and the floor. I’m glad they don’t come out of the ceiling, because I wouldn’t be able to reach those when the alien cocks poke out moments later.

Some waggle, some flop. Others already ooze with precum.

One of them is actually noxious.

“Removal,” I say as I hit the wall beside that hole. The booth blinks it out in an instant.

There’s a lot to love about alien technology. The ability to get rid of a cock you want nothing to do with: priceless.

A tentacle reaches toward me, questing in the empty air, and I hold my hand out, letting the soft pink skin curl around my own.

I’m not going to pick that one, or the purple one that flops around it’s hole a little too eagerly. There’s a sweet new girl who had whispered to a friend that she was hoping for tentacles… I’ve had my fun with them before. I hope she gets the chance to play with this one. The other one doesn’t seem like the right choice for her first time.

Blue and green and orange and black… Cocks poke out of the walls in almost every color of the rainbow, some with shapes I don’t always understand.

I have to reach up to stroke one in the top corner. It’s orange and shaped a little like a corn cob. I stroke the shaft and the soft spikes that line either side of a twitching vein. The alien on the other side shudders and their cock moves like a caterpillar trying to edge forward.

It could be fun… But its tiny head leaks a radioactive-green ooze and that makes me balk. None of the aliens Phantom lets in here are poisonous or venomous. That ooze should be safe enough, but I’m not willing to risk it.

Stroking him once more, I tap that square and request his removal, too.

“Bye bye, Mr. Cobb.” I say as the booth bot lets out a little trill of acknowledgement and that square blinks away too.

You’re not supposed to name them, but I can’t always help myself.

I brush my fingers along others until I get to one that is my favorite shade of purple… Mostly.

The tip glows a beautiful, vibrant blue.

The small nodule on its top glows as well, and the barbs that run in two lines along the underside.

It’s pretty.

And it’s so thick, I have to laugh as my mind supplies the comparison—like a curved traffic cone. I’m fairly certain it won’t actually fit inside me, but when I stroke it, the pale blue pulses up its shaft and those barbs flex like fingers.

It would be a struggle…

I’ve played things relatively safe up until now. This time, I want to be bad.

Still stroking it, I say, “I’ve made my selection.” There’s a process.

The bot burbles, the lights shift. “Please indicate your selection by pressing the corner of the preferred square and holding for five seconds.”

I do as I’m told and get a little light show as the other holes disappear like they were never here in the first place. And then, it’s just me and my chosen cock.

“Would you prefer silence, or your previous playlist?”

“Put it on shuffle, please.”

I had thought it was so funny that Phantom pulled any and all music he could find from Earth. But I am glad.

I stroke their cock and watch the way it moves.

“Tell me about them?”

“Disclosable information includes the following.

Species: Glantanian.

Gender identity: Male.

Earth Age Equivalency: thirty-four.

Marital Status: unattached in all ways.

Income: fi—”

“I don’t need to know that.” I cut him off.

A burble that reminds me of buffering echoes through the room. “Is there anything else you do wish to know?”

There’s so much I want to know.

“No.” I don’t need to know anything about him. “Not right now.”

Right now, I have a job to do—not that this ever feels like work—and my mouth is already watering.

Swirling my tongue around the tip of him, I shiver when the pulsing light changes the temperature of his skin.

He is going to be fun.

Wrapping both of my hands around his thick shaft, I stroke in time with that pulse, not sure it’s the right thing to do for his species, but enjoying myself all the same.

When I pull back, the tip of him swells and three slits open, shiny and damp.

“What does his cum taste like?”

“Information unknown.”

I guess I’ll have to find out on my own.

I drag the flat of my tongue over those slits, and the pulsing flickers.

The wall flashes to my left with the galactic symbol for currency. A tip.

“A tip for a tip.” I chuckle against him and suck.

He tastes like skin and softness and I roll my tongue around his head and hum as I enjoy the way his pulsing seems to make him larger.

“Does it get bigger?” I ask, because I want to know if I’m going to need even more preparation.

“Minimal swelling can be expected as the appendage fills with semen.”

“The whole thing fills with cum?”

“Yes.”

Now, I’m so curious if it’s going to deflate like a balloon when I’m done with him.

Only one way to find out…

Working up the spit in my mouth, I take as much of him as I’m able.

I’m allowed to do anything I want with him. If something was off limits, the restriction would have shown on the wall beside his cock.

Stroking him with both hands, I bob on him, but it’s not what I want.

I want to feel this big alien cock filling me up.

One hand teasing him, I shimmy out of my booty shorts and slip my fingers between my legs.

Anticipation had gotten me started back in the waiting room. The initial idea of having my pick when I came in had helped and playing with my chosen cock…

I’m ready to take him. Well… Part of him at least.

The booth places his cock at the perfect level for me to line up against him.

I slide him along me, shivering at the warmth and the slickness combined.

Oh god.

I like Alien cock. I knew that the first time I got in the booth. As he opens me wide, I might actually love this one.

Those barbs undulate, like they’re pulling me further back onto him. They stretch me as I slide and it pulls.

And when I get as far down as I think I can go, those barbs move as if exploring me and I… I am going to need to find something better than a vibrator when I get home.

I shiver and clench around him.

Another tip lights up the wall.

“Me too,” I whisper. I like it too.

I work my way back and forth, pussy squeezing as I do. The feeling, the fullness, I open my mouth, as though that will relieve some of the pressure that threatens to make me dizzy.

I like alien cock, but I’ve never felt like one was perfect before.

This one —

I gasp when my butt hits the wall.

I didn’t expect to take him all… I didn’t expect to be so proud now that I have.

Gold star, Peach.